Random Gothic Poetry GeneratorLove
Slowly grating away the wall
Of rose stems and bloody lips
Pressed upon indifferent glass
Fingerprints scratched across the ice
So soft and assuring
Slowly outside of my shell I sneak
Edging into the blistering sun
Endorphine rush entirely too strong
Vision goes blurry
From the utter lack of oxygen
Sheepishly do I slide off my coat
Revealing the panicking heart on my sleeve
Pale skin growing softer
Objects blend together
Salt in my mouth
Insides in a frenzy
Collapsed as if nothing
Can't stop being so willing
To be destroyed
Wren's FirstNo more meaning in these warnings
No more blank stares boring through me
No more fraud to call my own
No more certain future home
One more fit, thrown on the floor
One more dream to leave me there
One more pause and waste of time
One more badly misread rhyme
Words bleeding through when I don't care
Apocolype when you're not there
Swallowed keys lodged in my throat
Blazing bridges nicely let go
Some sweet terror they've all missed
Desperation kills like this
Gentle submission to the wait
Can't remember what I don't hate
A CompilationSomehow it fails to seem so horrid
Wedged between these puke-green walls,
Feeling some strange lack of something I hate.
::Starts to breath heavy,
Vision going blurry::
Lost in this idiocy, how I love it.
Wincing and tensing.
Some filler's lacking in mass.
Overheard without redemption,
Forgetting the meaning.
::Falls to the floor,
Sobbing screaming, delirious::
I can't do what I did.
I think I lost my posseser,
I need to go find her.
Halls full of accidental glances,
No longer a shelter, addictive in nature,
Pulling us sheep back with open arms.
With big eyes, and red cheeks::
Hostile and threatening.
I've made it a wasteland,
Competely be accident.
The sweet sound of technicalities
Smothered in theories.
Hide between the columns,
Having collapsed in your war.
::Gives up bluntly,
Goes back to sleep for eternity::
A sin to die
BlotchySick, strange love-letters
Spewing out negativity
Blotched with tears from desperation
My fingers are raw from holding on so desperately
As I slip a little more, proving how pointless this all is
I'm all alone
Left to my own devices, stupidity becomes my only mode
No light can find me
Sanity long ago escaped me
With holes worn in back pockets
I'm all alone
Independent thought breeds black-and-white
As utter abstract though envelops me
Love torturous and hateful, happy
The dark reveals no light in this room
I'm all alone
Blazing in the ColdSome silly, strange delirium
Wraps its filthy claw around me,
Packed tightly upon this odd page
Of fog so grey and strangling.
Some strange cliche, so overused.
Curse words, floating through this air.
Some idiocy so odd, familiar,
Stirs up angst in me.
Such difference in this reflection.
Backwards, must be, now let me breath.
Hatred growing much too familiar.
Be gone, be gone, and let me be.
Live Before You DieTake a quote from Mein Kampf,
Pretend it is your own.
See the compliments
Forget to breath.
The rain is gone.
February's vague warmth
We've forgotten what it's like
To feel the summer.
One more spin around the ball of
Life and death.
Shall I ever see
Myself, bred into
I wonder what these
Recent situations shall reveal;
If perhaps I shall regret them,
Or if I shall do otherwise.
What would you do
If you really didn't care
About the opinions of anyone else,
If there were no consequences?
Would you live your life
Like those you call freaks?
In the end,
You were happy?
One life to live.
Perhaps lucky, or not.
On this rock we call ours,
Hurtling through the darkness.
We'll be forgotten.
All things end,
Like it or not.
Take a quote from Mein Kampf,
State whom it's by.
See the loathing
Come fluttering in
Through the doorway.
Biased and b
New EdgesAngsy, livid, numb, sobbed-on words.
Passion, it's more familiar,
Bleeds from my pen upon this paper.
Given worth, maybe.
Do you like this?
Perhaps I agree.
Bubbly, starry-eyed life described
By a girl freshly in love, the first time.
So strange, quite unorthodox for me.
Perhaps the words go well, but I fear it so.
Another possible beauty
That I gaze upon through filthy glass.
Biased, biased, I'm afraid.
New edges of my being.
Scared of the dark, of things unknown.
Trying to avoid hypocrisy.
I wish I could show my true shades.
Stay in the dark, to avoid the shadows.
Shadows7 hours away
7 hours awake
To kill me
Watching trembling gasps
So sweet though consuming
I miss him
I miss this
Numb to it all
I'll save myself
Break me again
So used to it
Expect the worst
Scars still bleeding
I miss him
This CaliforniaSick smog
Choking the ocean in the sky
Flooding the pretty green palm trees
Fluttering by me
Ringing wind chimes
Letting go of everything
There are seagulls
Penetrate my mind
As utter content
Saturates my body
It's barely there
Nothing that I knew
When I was here
It's so perfect here
By the utter calm
This isn't real